Artist/Band:
Wu-Tang Clan
Lyrics for Song: Lyrical Swords
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Wu-Tang Clan
Uh, Dreddy Kruger, What Up my Nigga
Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Razzy, you know.
Shouts out to my nigga recognize. They lyin tho.
Formin a very strong advance post, east to west coast.
Ahead of time, competition not even half close.
Lets say bino means an equal value.
Prematurely brought to play. I'll never allow you.
To strike first, so precautions must be taken.
And whats worst, when you just frontin and fakin.
Its a shame when the 16 bars is just a waste,
and every line of word is badly placed.
Even dealin with the narrow window of time,
my arrangements will quick shut down your power lines.
On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack ass team.
That only move at the push of a button, to pull slings.
Bad boys move in silence, secretly fade in.
Unlike fake gangstas and you wanna be made men.
Ackin like they carry the gun that killed Lincoln.
Or they rollin 200 murders from Kingston.
Our goal is to learn yal niggas bout this new world order,
but i'm still tryina run up in the presidents daughter.
He the author, ain't nothin naughty to spark her.
Stick to bitches walls like i'm Peter Parker.
Divita Guerera, side kick kacker.
5 naked fliks on the internet, jack her.
Dawg I'm not a rapper i'm the black dracula.
Nos for ride to, spittin darts and chew out a black aqua.
Homies is gat packas, rat packa.
Fly nigga, i'm the benjamin stackin tractor.
Mack attacka, pimp slapa, the track cracka.
Epitomy get nice after rainbow press the lacka.
(And yal niggas is the worst) Like fat chicks with little dicks.
(If your names not YKK) Then Get off my dick (bitch)
I hang with the trillest,
and thats why 5% is college kids, and next felons fillas.
I'm sick with the words, water proof and liquid swords.
The world never heard this before. Call me Mr. More,
More money, more murder and more spit to serve.
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